scott's gallery

Trailing pigs around Samoan dirt streets, I started to sketch with kids felts. At home one holidays I told my mother I had a day to spare, and asked if she could teach me to draw. She rolled her eyes and began the task.Hemmed in by onlookers whilst sketching utes (pickups) at the Apia airport, I realised whilst the drawing was very average, nobody minded, they were just curious, at that moment I overcame being self conscious. That crude picture is midst the slideshow below.Recently drawing amongst the street artists of Buenos Aires all hesitation evaporated. Sketching is the Esperanto of travel, you have instant friends irrespective of language, especially children.The most warming reward is to hear a bystander say 'I'm going to get my pens out again!' I feel everyone can draw, just look at children. I'm of the school that we 'are lamps to be lit, not vessels to be filled'. Everyone has their own unique style. How about getting that pen out.The Taranaki Sketchers Blog site here

new sketching bookSketching techniques using Tombows, plus ideas for any level of sketcherPreview here